172 Rumors

Feng Ao Kuai returned after a while. He noticed that Nan Luo was looking at him with a worried expression.

"What is it, Luo?"

"Well, I'm thinking about Grandfather. Didn't he want to stay low? If we do this, would we be pushed to the limelight?" Nan Luo asked.

Feng Ao Kuai looked at Nan Luo as if he was looking at an idiot. "There's a village at a day's time distance. Even if we share our food, it wouldn't affect too much. Besides, Young Commander Long also brought food with him and share it."

"Really?"

"What you're worried about wouldn't happen. There are not many people who survived here and at most only 100 people. Even if they spread the tales, it would end up disappearing as soon as it appears." Feng Ao Kuai had calculated and knew that it wouldn't make a huge impact.